Love

Gift from a Stranger

IMG_7299Yesterday, I got on the elevator with a small, bespeckled woman carrying two large bouquets of roses.

“What floor?” she asked.

“Four, please.”

“Ah,” she said. “Me, too.”

I motioned to her flowers. “Those are gorgeous.”

She nodded. “Where are you going?”

My cheeks flushed. “Ah…therapy.” I gave her a sheepish grin.

As the doors began to open, she reached down and pulled out two roses. “Here,” she said. “I have plenty.”

And for a moment, as I sat in the waiting room gazing into the beautiful faces of my new friends, Fear took a step back.

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Love

Beach Therapy

waikikiYesterday I skipped my weekly therapy session so I could sunbathe, swim, and belly laugh with family.

We drank tropical drinks. We buried our toes in the sand. We took silly pictures. We shared smoothies and brownies and inside jokes.

We stayed out until the sun went down on Waikiki.

My heart and soul craved connection. Levity. Beauty. And that’s exactly what we found.

Sometimes you gotta dive deep, and sometimes you gotta chase the sun. Yesterday, I think I did both.

My therapist will be proud.

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